What Could Be Saved Quotes

“Life was a sucking cornucopia of loss, everyone teetering on its edge all the time, all the precious things at risk every moment. Childhoods and pink pigs and best friends, lovers and brothers and parents and children, whole lives and histories perpetually rushing into the ravenous funnel of oblivion. It wasn’t possible to cherish them enough before they were taken away.”
― Liese O'Halloran Schwarz, What Could Be Saved

“Life was a sucking cornucopia of loss, everyone teetering on its edge all the time, all the precious things at risk every moment.”
― Liese O'Halloran Schwarz, What Could Be Saved

“She’d been living so long with an illusion, that they’d been whole and happy once, a perfect family shattered by tragedy. All her life mourning that loss. When instead they had been more like bits in a kaleidoscope, falling randomly to make small areas of beauty, falling apart again with the next twist, into a new disorder and a new beauty. Perhaps everyone was that way, living their lives out in the clung clump of color in which they found themselves, never seeing the bigger picture and how it all fit.”
― Liese O'Halloran Schwarz, What Could Be Saved

“She and her generation had crossed the chasm of sexual awakening as if blindfolded on a wavering rope bridge, starting out clueless as dolls and reaching the other side either harrowed or unscathed, depending on sheer luck.”
― Liese O'Halloran Schwarz, What Could Be Saved

“What was she doing? She leaned over to talk to a child and something flashed on her hand. A ring, a large oval opal in a gold setting. Nitnoy felt a deep stab in his chest; he looked up at her face, saw that she was looking at him too. A flame of something like terror jumped inside him, and he ran. He heard a crack as though the sky were breaking and he ran faster in his syncopated skip-hobble, the crowd suddenly running with him. He reached the bank of a khlong, dove in, and swam. Gunfire crackled behind him. Was the lady shooting at him? Others were jumping into the water”
― Liese O'Halloran Schwarz, What Could Be Saved